Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Tony is one of my men and he spearheads any construction on new ventures, homes, developments and more, but right now he is an enemy. Let’s hope he answers wisely.
“No,” he chokes out, my grip constricting his airways.
I shake him a little to continue. “I wanted to make sure you were included out of respect for you, it was an idiotic mistake on my part, sir. I respect both you and Mrs. Valiente.” I tighten just a bit more, his face going red, and just as I think he may pass out, I let him go and he falls to the floor, gasping for air.
“Good, now make the changes I requested and get this done.”
He nods, still trying to gain back his breathing and I leave him there to learn his lessons.
I would never cheat on Emelia and when I saw my name on that list, my blood boiled to a full eruption. I have looked at that contract over a million times and every time I looked at my name, it worsened the blow. Fuck anyone who would tempt our marriage, insinuate the idea or anything along those lines. Emelia is the only one I see in any room, in a crowd, she will always stand out and steal my attention. Was Tony innocent and including me because I own the fucking place? Sure, but that doesn’t mean he should remember to avoid that in the future.
“Back to business, call in the team.” I bark at Giulio over my shoulder as we make our way back up to my office. Home awaits.
Chapter Three
EMELIA
Icannot shake that damn proposal from my head. For what reason? Nico blatantly denied the proposal. There is no reason for it to be eating at me, yet here we are. Is it worry? Or is there something else eating at me that I am unable to pinpoint?
“Farren!” I holler from my library.
James and Farren are outside the door, still on me like I am in danger even in my own home.
“Yes ma’am,” James announces their arrival.
“I have a question.” I peer up from my book and I lean forward, placing my arms against my thighs. “What all happens in each of the rooms at the club?”
They share a look and awkwardly shift back and forth before Farren speaks up. “Mrs. Valiente, I don’t think Mr. Valiente would appreciate us talking about subject matter like this.”
I lick the inside of my cheek and nod. Scoffing, I push. “Do you think he would be equally upset to know you aren’t answering my questions?”
They once again look at one another.
“Farren. You tell me now and let me worry about the consequences from my husband.”
“I think we are more worried about what he will do to us, ma’am,” James says.
“Once again, I will handle that. You two have fucked up many times and broke rules, and yet you two are still breathing. You can thank me for that.” I stand and set the book down on my desk and take a seat. “Now, please tell me what happens in those rooms.” Me and my detail have built rapport, but every once in a while I have to draw a line in the sand and remind them that they are in fact, here to protect me and answer to me. It’s rare I exert my power, but I need to figure out why I’m so torn up about these damn rooms.
“Well, it’s all sexual in nature, ma’am.” I stop them there.
“Before we continue, I have told you many times over the years to stop calling me ma’am. Please refer to me as Emelia when we are conversing.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. Lack of sleep and missing Nico are all feeding into my irritability.
“Emelia, the first room is for members to watch. They can watch our employees dance or pleasure themselves.” He not only looks uncomfortable telling me this, but his voice cracks at the end.
“Unclench your jaws and let go of the pearls, I am a grown woman.”
“Sorry. There is no touching or connection allowed in that room. Room two is for all acts but sex. It’s used for foreplay only. This is more for the clients and employees who have a deeper connection. And the last room is where sex can take place. There is a sense of relationship. Non-existent, of course, but the idea and feeling builds.” He coughs on the last one, his face filled with relief.
“And Nico, did he use the rooms? Often?” I know I should just ask Nico this, in fact I will allow them to pass on this one if they won’t answer, but I just need to know and if they offer it up then I will take it.
“We do not know. We never went to the club until after we became your detail. He doesn’t let his men use it until they have shown loyalty after a certain number of years,” James tells.